Lust and Legends - Chapter 1 - Part  2

Chapter 1 - Part 2

Even if there'd been anyone else around, the chances they'd have been able to make out what the fiendling had just muttered to herself were slim. Still, she found herself glancing around just to make sure, then sighed as she scooped the coins on the table into their purse, then tucked the thing into her belt. It seemed there was nothing for it but to hand the stuff over in person... but not, she thought with a wry grin, right now.

If she wants to pray for a while, she thought to herself, then it'd be rude to interrupt her. Even if I decide to go knocking on every door to see which is hers... And besides, if she happens to leave in the morning before I see her, then it's not my fault. But it will be my cash.

With a last swig of her wine to make sure she'd got the lot, Kira got to her feet and headed for the stairs. With the comfortable thought of free money in mind, displacing for the moment anything else that might be threatening to lurk there, she had the firm intention of heading to bed and getting some sleep. Unfortunately, by the time she got to her room and slid the lock closed, the distracting effect of the priestess' cash had worn off, and recollection of what she'd said had stepped up to take its place. Again.

"Oh for the love of..." Kira sighed, shaking her head. "It's not that appealing an image."

Except that despite her efforts to convince herself of that fact, her brain - or some other part of her - was remarkably unwilling to listen. Muttering darkly to herself, she plopped down on the bed, attacking the laces of her boots with more force than was perhaps strictly necessary, and made herself focus all her attention on the simple act of getting undressed. That done, she rolled herself onto her front, planted her face in the pillow, closed her eyes... and lay there, totally unable to clear her head to any extent that would let her go to sleep.

Instead, she found herself increasingly aware of the way she covers she was laying on brushed against her skin with every irritable shift of her body - particularly against the breasts her own weight was pressing into the mattress. For added fun, the faint breeze from the window was brushing across her bare behind, making her tail twitch slightly and inviting her to consider all sorts of other things that might touch her there. Things like hands. Lips. A hot, slick tongue licking it's way down toward-

"Gah!"

Rolling onto her back, Kira glared at the ceiling, and let out an annoyed huff. She knew exactly what the problem was, and there was a flicker of annoyance directed toward the priestess for having let slip what she had. Somehow, it had latched onto Kira's imagination, and the resulting partnership was apparently not going to let her get anywhere at all until she paid attention to it.

Recognising that, and resigning herself to the fact that her somewhat joking thought earlier about how to clear her head wasn't as much of a joke as she'd first thought, she sighed and closed her eyes once more. This time, she let herself picture what her imagination had been trying to get her to see, and she licked her lips in almost involuntary satisfaction at the scene that unfolded in her mind's eye. Sights and sounds were all too easy to call up, adding an extra layer of clarity to what she was letting herself daydream, and when she sighed again it was in a totally different way.

The men in what her mind conjured up for her were little more than faceless figures, objects of little more than passing interest, but the woman was something else entirely. On her back, the blond priestess, hair free of it's bunches to flow freely, lay atop one of the men, his cock buried in her ass as another stood between her legs and slid himself into her eager sex. Another buried himself in the priestess' gleefully sucking mouth, and there was still plenty of space for her hands to be busy as well, stroking the shafts of yet another pair with cheerful energy.

Picturing Bambi's skin glistening with a sheen of sweat as she moved her hips for the men inside her, sounds of pleasure leaking past the cock filling her mouth, Kira let her own hands wander. A touch here, a stroke there, and the fiendling's own body started to get into the swing of things, responding to the teasing soft caresses she was teasing herself with. And it wasn't just her hands she was using, either. Her tail stroked its way up the insides of her legs, deliberately steering clear of the most sensitive spots as she felt the heat bloom inside her.

"Mmmm..." she murmured, smiling at the sensations coursing through her.

Behind closed eyes, Kira let herself picture the priestess after the men had done. The woman's flushed skin was spattered with the thick creamy cum that she would have coaxed from them, smeared across her face and magnificent tits, pooling across her belly, even matting her golden hair. As her hands and tail carried on their teasing wanderings, Kira pictured herself leaning in to lick those swollen lips clean, tasting the salty mix of sweat and male climax as she nibbled her way down her imaginary lover's throat and got to work using her tongue to to clean up every last square inch of the other woman's breasts. Fingers tugging at one tight, hard peak had the fiendling gasping softly, the sound descending into a moan of pleasure as her other hand finally descended into the wetness between her legs.

The merest touch of fingertips against her sensitive nub sent shivers through her, but that was nothing compared to what she planned to do next. With her imagination wandering where it willed, she parted her legs some more, fingers parting the lips of her sex in preparation for one of the biggest reasons she loved having a tail. Curling it up, she pressed the tip against her innermost folds, rubbing it softly across the wetness leaking out of her until it was good and covered, before catching her bottom lip in her teeth and increasing the pressure. Slowly, ever so slowly, savouring every delicious, tortuously drawn out moment, she slid the tip of her tail deeper and deeper into herself.

"Ohyeah..."

As she filled herself up, the picture in her mind changed. The priestess was watching her now, looking down on her and seeing every bare, red-skinned inch of the fiendling that lay before her. Putting on a show for the phantom audience, Kira spread her legs wide, fingers stroking across the top of her folds as she slowly thrust the end of her tail in and out of her sex, pushing herself toward the climax she could feel building inside her. When it came, it did it fast, sensation flashing through her body, dragging a gasping moan from her throat and, once the tremors of pleasure had died down, leaving her sprawling limp and, for the moment at least, satisfied on the bed.

"Okay..." she muttered to herself a while later. "Let's see if that helped at all."

The knock on her room's door had Kira nearly leaping out of her skin, a startled squeak escaping her lips as her eyes flew open and she looked around wildly. Frantically grabbing her shirt, she took a moment to try and steady herself. Another knock sounded, and after a second or so more the fiendling figures she was as settled as she was going to get. If this was the innkeeper, there was a good chance that she might be a little sharp with him for interrupting. And if it wasn't, she had a knife at her belt that was likely to be even sharper...

With a glaring frown that she felt no need to smooth away, Kira buttoned her short enough so it wasn't gaping open, then stalked over and hauled the door open, aimed an ill-tempered look at whoever was dumb enough to be on the other side.

"What the fuck do you- Oh. Ummm... Hi."

Not the most eloquent she'd ever been, but then she'd not been expecting to see cute, curvaceous blond that was standing in the hallway. Nor, for that matter, had she been expecting the woman to have changed into another sort of robe than she'd been wearing earlier... not that she was planning to complain at all now she'd seen it.

"I, uh... Sorry if I disturbed you."

It took a bit of effort for Kira to drag her eyes off of the silky, almost sheer robe in front of her, as well as the figure it was doing a pretty bad job of concealing, but she managed to get her attention to focus on the woman's face. She had to remind herself, though, to keep her eyes on the blue ones looking back at her, instead of letting them drift down to...

"No problem!" she blurted out, grabbing for something to keep her mind out of the gutter - and her gaze where it was meant to be.

"I really did make a mess of things earlier," Bambi said softly, blushing a little in embarrassment. Which, actually helped Kira concentrate, distracting her with a wholly unaccustomed instinct to be kind and reassuring.

"I've prayed on the matter," the priestess continued, then took a - very distracting for Kira - deep breath before carrying on. "It is only right that I seek to soothe the effects my indiscretion may have had."

"Um... Okay?"

To be honest, the fiendling wasn't sure what the woman was talking about, but something about the earnest demeanour had her stepping back and waving a hand for Bambi to come into the room, forgetting in her distraction that she was hardly dressed for visitors. When the other woman entered, Kira made sure to close the door behind her - and also take a look at her behind, whilst she was at it.

"Not sure what you had in mind," she said as she sat herself down on the bed, "so maybe you might want to try explaining?"

"Well, like I said, insights onto the kind of arts my order practice can have a disturbing effect on the uninitiated. It can leave them... unsettled, distracted."

No shit, Kira thought to herself. I was very happy being distracted until you knocked on the damned door...

"You'd be amazed the sort of thing I can cope with."

Bambi smiled a little at Kira's dry tone, but shook her head. "I'm not trying to discount your resilience. Just... Okay, I'm making a mess of this again."

But she was not, the fiendling noticed, making any move to try and escape again. This, she figured, was a promising bit of progress.

"Look," she said with a sigh, fixing her gaze as firmly as possible just over the other woman's shoulder - a nice, safe spot that held nothing tantalising at all to look at. "You obviously want to say something, so say it."

Bambi just looked at her in silence for what felt like ages before taking another deep breath and nodding in apparent decision. "I have broken the rules of my order, and must make amends. Fortunately, the easiest means of atonement also provide a means to undo the damage done, as well as..."

She trailed off, blushing again, and Kira found herself quite fascinated by the sight. Not that she missed the way the other woman hadn't actually finished what she'd been saying.

"As well as...?" she asked, but there was no answer apart from Bambi's blue eyes dropping to the floor, her hands wringing in blatant embarrassment. It took a moment, but pieces seemed to click into place in the fiendling's mind, and her lips curved in a grin. If she was right, this evening was going to be very salvageable indeed. And even if she wasn't, the suspected the results of what she was about to say would be funny anyway.

"How long has it been since you got some action, girl? I'm getting the feeling it's been too long, and you're looking for an excuse."

"A week and a half," Bambi replied, her gaze coming back up to meet Kira's, eyes flashing with indignation. "And I am not looking for an excuse. Everything I just said is totally true, and I resent the implication that I would lie about such matters."

Kira carried right on grinning, kicking her boots off as her mind raced to come up with something more to try and steer things the way she wanted. It wasn't as easy as it might have been to concentrate, though, since if anything Bambi looked even cuter whilst annoyed than she had before.

"Now," the priestess said with a surprising amount of steel in her tone. "Are you going to let me make the proper restitution or not?"

If she was going to answer, any thought of what the reply might have been went straight out of Kira's head the moment Bambi undid a brooch on her filmy robe and the whole thing slithered silkily down her body to pool around her feet. And what a body it was - a tiny part of the fiendling's brain observed that there was no way anyone could have a figure like that without divine intervention, but the rest was occupied with a far different reaction.

"Whazza...?"

Obviously, her imagination had been wholly inadequate to the task of picturing the priestess' nakedness, and what was now on display not five feet in front of her was enough to make her mouth literally start to water, eyes going wide as she drank in the pale-skinned perfection she was staring at.

Rolling her eyes at the totally unintelligible response she'd gotten, Bambi stepped closer, placing a hand on each of Kira's shoulders, then smiled a knowing little smile as she gently pulled her closer. The tielfling was totally unresisting, but seemed to snap back to life when she found her face planted quite comfortably between the priestess' more than ample breasts. Almost by instinct, her hands came up to rest on those fleshy mounds, and the fact she couldn't see what she was doing didn't stop her putting them in entirely the right places.

Even with her face planted where it was, Kira could hear the slight gasp as her fingers began to tease the tightening tips of the breasts bracketing her head, and Bambi certainly raised no objection at all when she - reluctantly - pulled herself from that exceptionally comfortable cleavage and started kissing her way across smooth, soft skin toward where one of her hands was getting to work.

There was another of those little sounds of pleasure when the fiendling replaced fingers with her mouth, tongue flicking out to trace a wet trail around the hardened nipple before she caught it ever so gently between her teeth.

"Oh!" Bambi exclaimed with surprise. "You're good at this."

"Be'er bleeve 't" Kira replied, though it was more than a little muffled by the fact that she had a mouthful of glorious tit at the time. A minute or so later, she pulled away, but only so she could start giving the same attention to the other side, Bambi's hand cupping the back of her head and offering plenty of gentle encouragement.

With only room for one hand to be busy teasing the human's breasts, Kira decided to find a home for the other one as well - not that it was hard to do. She could feel a fluttering shiver under her fingertips as she traced them down over Bambi's belly, and there was a happy hum of satisfaction as that touch met the soft golden hair at the junction of her thighs.

"Not so fast," she breathed, though she didn't sound like her heart was really in it. Not that Kira needed the warning. Now she was starting to catch up with the fact she was getting her hands - literally - on what she'd planned to only dream about, she had no plans at all to rush things.

Which made the second interruption of the evening even more annoying - though the sound of crashing glass and a yell of both outrage and fear weren't things she could safely ignore. Even if she'd been able to, though, Bambi's reaction would have put an end to the entertainment. The priestess scrambled for the door, and if there really was trouble downstairs, which she was pretty sure the noise made clear, Kira wouldn't have let the woman run into it butt naked and unarmed anyway.

"Wait!" she hissed, but Bambi was already out of the door and heading for the stairs. Muttering a curse, Kira grabbed her blade, hauling it out of the scabbard as she dashed after her, managing not to trip up on the woman's discarded robe on the way.

Continued in Chapter 2

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